Our nethermost region.
Kay Hassan
Stately, with all his passions under a mighty rock,
Likewise, oft in all his wars had shed his blood
It was the to miracle of his seven labours
That has never been sung with:
Daf, drum, flute and dulcimer
It was the to miracle of his seven labours
That has never been sung with:
Daf, drum, flute and dulcimer
Nevertheless, he was a man of his trade
Had never played with the shadows of Word
Rebounded or bragged like the heights’ lord
But , like the sibling-of the mighty rock
Stuck bravely to
the heart of the faith
But, the emperor’s guards has reached him-
in his blood soaked sanctum
Riding- with long rifles and swords
"Ready ?" They shouted nearby,
And galloped through the tearing winds,
Composing songs for their uncrowned King
A thousand hearts cracked, or shredded
on the oak covered giant rocks
the tears fell upon the nethermost garden
Where the.enchanted souls were
floating across the sacred red valleys-
with perpetual uproar , and climbing the rocks-
Departing through the meandering roads to exile.
Years, are messing up day by night
His shelter, lionized, like the Dome of the rock.
Years, are messing up day by night
His shelter, lionized, like the Dome of the rock.
Exposed to dust and rain,
acquired the fame in the waste,
Like a giant brain of West
acquired the fame in the waste,
Like a giant brain of West
The empire times, turmoil-ed over years
And awakened him for another round.
And awakened him for another round.
'Alas,' we screamed, after a ninety years
When for the taste of Mongols' Paper* ,
The prides of the heights' lords scattered
Upon the dwindling of -king's rock's-chemistry
Upon the dwindling of -king's rock's-chemistry
Chieftains sat on their eggs,*
Loosely, dangled their legs
From the thousand sides of the rock,
say the chieftains of many
“May I ask the historian one question?
How many chieftains and men of glory
have dangled their legs down-
From the to of the king's rock
Brothers, there is no a stranger among us
in this valley.
I say 'History is tongueless,
but certainly,. I am not'
To all who set eyes on the treasures, and land ,
To all who set eyes on the treasures, and land ,
The sermon is done
we are done.
The last chieftain has died in January
Cursed in his frosted bed.
His face was frozen
like the eyes of shark
Failing to catch the din of the crowd
and Vicar's sermon on the king's coffin
Failing to catch the din of the crowd
and Vicar's sermon on the king's coffin
A voice whispered
"Beware of the dogs' bark.
"Beware of the dogs' bark.
Beware of your brothers' bark."
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*Paper: Cash; Mongols introduced the world to the Chinese Note.
* Testicle.
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*Paper: Cash; Mongols introduced the world to the Chinese Note.
* Testicle.
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